[Brook's frown squinches in the opposite direction on his face. If Onni weren't a stranger--and only two people in the world don't count as strangers, to him--he'd argue there's no way he's better equipped than Brook. He's human. Humans can die. Brook, on the other hand, is already dead, re-packaged for the devil's work in an unkillable body that also happens to house a demon.
But like hell will he say that to some guy he doesn't know.
A vine unfurling sneakily from the ceiling catches one end of his overlong hair ribbon, tugging him backwards and disrupting any protest he might make. Brook growls, grabs the trailing fabric and yanks it free, and then shuffles closer to Onni's back. Apparently, he accepts this assignment of roles. For the moment. He lets out a big sigh.]
Fine. If you say so.
[In the meantime, he checks the bite on his arm. It isn't serious; the bleeding's already stopped. It's just weird that those stupid little planty teeth could get in there at all. He's shrugged off bullets before. He doesn't like this.]
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But like hell will he say that to some guy he doesn't know.
A vine unfurling sneakily from the ceiling catches one end of his overlong hair ribbon, tugging him backwards and disrupting any protest he might make. Brook growls, grabs the trailing fabric and yanks it free, and then shuffles closer to Onni's back. Apparently, he accepts this assignment of roles. For the moment. He lets out a big sigh.]
Fine. If you say so.
[In the meantime, he checks the bite on his arm. It isn't serious; the bleeding's already stopped. It's just weird that those stupid little planty teeth could get in there at all. He's shrugged off bullets before. He doesn't like this.]
...So you're from somewhere else, too?